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Buffett Jimmy Changes In Latitudes Changes In Attitudes

By: jimmy buffett and greg taylor 1977 I guess it all blew up in missoula There just was no other way After months of goin' crazy, there was nothin' left

Down around Biloxi Pretty girls are dancing in the sea They all look like sisters in the ocean The boy will fill his pale with salty water And the storms

Years grow shorter, not longer The more you've been on your own Feelin's for movin' grow stronger So you wonder why you ever go home Wonder why you ever

Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated American Hopin' to find some fun Some of them go for the sailing Brought by

By: johnathan baham 1977 Drink it up, this one's for you It's been a lovely cruise I'm sorry it's ending, oh it's sad, but it's true Honey, it's been

Down to the Banana Republics Down to the tropical sun Go the expatriated American Hopin' to find some fun Some of them go for the sailing Brought by

went out for a bite. Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum, and we wound up drinkin' all night. It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes

Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those

I must look a mess I must admit But I have been traveling quite a bit South of the border where the law and order Is kept by Federales who just grin